Just in case || Draco Malfoy

Three - Definitely

"You can close your eyes to the things you do not want to see, but you cannot close your heart to the things you do not want to feel"

-Anon

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The thought of my free period after defence against the dark arts and divination was the only thought motivating me to go through with my classes. Despite missing Hogwarts dearly, I was soon reminded of the tiresome feeling I got sitting through the classes I enjoyed the least. After sitting my O.W.Ls, classes only meant there was more homework and more difficulty. I had chosen my school options the previous year with the intention to become an auror once I left school.

My parents had always brought me up with the idea that I one day too would work for the ministry. Though I knew there were far worse jobs and that it would be good for me, there was always a part of me that seriously didn't want it. I longed to travel the world, see everything that I could see. One of my worst fears is that I will be forever stuck in the same place with no stories to tell when I was old and at the end of my journey. I mean, I had the whole world in front of me, why would I spend my short life only staying in one place?

But still - there were no subjects at school such as 'travelling' or 'how to leave your hometown', so I instead chose the subjects that gave me the most chance of getting an at least well paying job, if not a fulfilling one. I was reasonably intelligent and usually had no problem passing my classes, most of my time that should of been for studying instead was spent on helping Cass with her overdue homework.

I had been made a prefect last year and one of the privileges that came with it was that I could have my own dorm instead of having to share one. It was reasonably large and had its own bathroom along with my bed, several sets of wooden drawers, an oak wardrobe and large window that nearly took up the whole wall behind my bed.

I had come up to my dorm last night at around nine, tired from the train ride. I spent an hour or so reading before falling asleep still clutching the book.

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"Snape's dreams have finally come true then I see" Zack said as we made our way to the defence against the dark arts lesson. Snape had always been our potions teacher, but everyone knew that it was the dark arts that he loved.

"Why do you reckon Dumbledore finally let him?" Cass added.

"I don't know, but he's in for it if it's like the last five we've had." I said. Every defence against the dark arts teacher we had ever had had either gone missing, gone loopy or turned out to be working for you know who.

You know who. It was plastered all over every wizarding news paper about the dark lords return. Harry Potter had been trying to tell everyone for the entirety of our fifth year, but no one believed him. Including me. I didn't want to believe it. Even if it was true, I would rather live in ignorant bliss than a painful truth.

But he was back. It seemed everyone in the school was the same - we all knew it but we would rather continue on as if he was still gone. Even Harry seemed to be pushing it to the back of his mind.

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"Still don't understand how that goon managed it"

"It's Goyle, he would manage to set the ocean on fire"

Me and Blaise were sat in the great hall eating our dinner discussing what had happened earlier in Snapes class - Goyle had manage to set fire so the hem of his robes while trying to cast "wingardium leviosa". Not even Snape could fathom how that was the outcome from a levitation spell.

"You sure pick your goons well Draco" Blaise added.
We were joined by Cass and Draco, both of them sat near us on the slytherin table in the hall. Eddie and Zack had chosen to take up care of magical creatures instead of potions so our timetables were different.

Draco looked up at Blaise and said
"It isn't my fault those idiots follow me around"

"Jesus, that's the most I've heard you say since kings cross" I said to him with a laugh. He turned to eye me coldly as if I had just insulted him.

"What's it to you? I wasn't talking to you anyway" he said harshly.

"You never talk to me anyway, unless it's to insult me so I'm used to it. But that's the thing, you haven't even insulted me once, somethings obviously up" I said back to him. He looked me in the eyes.

"Your a bitch. Happy?"

"That's a bit weak isn't it? Your usually creative with your insults, zero out of ten for originality" I said sarcastically causing Cass and Blaise to chuckle.

"Just shut it" he said back to me.

"Well it's true, you haven't said a word" Cass said to him while spooning soup into her mouth.

"And you usually can't shut your trap" I said to him, Cass and Blaise laughing slightly. Draco looked at me furiously. It somewhat satisfied me to see him genuinely angry with something I've said as it was usually me who was getting spoken down to. I was however startled as I saw him jolt up from the table and stare at me while saying with anger in his voice,

"Well it might be due to the fact that my father is locked away in Azkaban. But it just so happens that it's none of your damn business so just shut it Wright" and with those words, he turned and stormed out of the great hall.

Malfoy's father had been convicted of being a faithful death eater. At the end of our last school year, he had been caught helping death eaters such as Bellatrix Lestrange to steal something from the ministry of magic; the papers would not disclose what it was. Now Malfoy senior was locked in a cell in Azkaban.

I had completely forgotten  - it was probably the reasoning behind Malfoys sudden silence. I mean, his father was a death eater. But surely anyone would be upset to lose their father right? I felt slightly foolish to have to have him remind me, however my satisfaction in his anger remained.

"I think I preferred him when he was an asshole," I said after a few moments of silence.

"I mean- that can't be easy, your dad being thrown in prison," Blaise said to me.

"He still doesn't need to take it out on us," I said defending myself. "Besides, it's not like he can defend his father after what he did."

"She's right you know. And also he is constantly a prick to her and then pulls that when you do it back" Cass added. "Shouldn't give it if he can't take it back."

"Still- I think I should go talk to him," Blaise said to us standing up from the table.

Me and Cass shared a look. I mean, sure he was obviously not going to be in the best of moods (not that he ever was) but if Blaise was insinuating that he wanted me to apologise, I was going to make it clear I had no intention of it whatsoever. He should be able to handle it back for once after years of mocking me.

Blaise left the hall to follow Draco. Me and Cass sat in silence finishing our food.

A small part of me believe I should of followed him, but I knew he would of just told me to piss off anyway, why would he want me to talk to him? But I still felt as though I should of said something, though I can't think of what I would even say. 'Oh yeah Draco, I get that your father is a death eater and that you an asshole yourself but I'm really sorry for not being nice to you'?

No. Definitely not

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